Golly. Imagine having been dating Mezmeron, and finding him after he got mutated. Like you come back one night, and see a fucking hUGE mutant hippo in your living room.
There must be few thing more unsettling than finding a hippo, inside your house, curled up on your couch with a steaming cup of tea and the latest episode of Queer Eye.
He eventually pries his eyes away from the television and glances over at you.
“Hello!” He waves, as usual.
Either not noticing that he was wearing the clothes your boyfriend usually wore, or you assume that this mutant stole his clothes and made himself at home.
“It’s me!” He declares, but not before getting swatted in the face with a broom.
Finally, connecting some weird dots, you pull the broom away. “Ron?”
“Really, you think a broom will get rid of a mutant hippo?” He sounds more offended than anything. “Personally, I would have gone for the lamp.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely Ron.”
